Raekwon - ***** Them Lyrics
Method man:Yo, yo, yo, yo***** youChorus: 2xWhat you wanna be when you grow upYou wanna be thugsYou wanna be prankstersYou wanna sell drugsYou wanna be gangstersThats what silly boys are made ofRaekwon:Aiyyo, aiyyoCool gs and forty seven flavorsDisplay swade gatorsWe comin throughTo blaze neighborsMeet mark and pardon me to heat markA dutch spark itLex leonardo arts profitApple cranberry mixed with crystalFan worryDesert mountain crib in the groundWe arsonistsOne point five a literTake a tasteSplash your heaterSmack your face twiceClap your sneakersShit is like a mission to marsFishin for barsTakin whats oursKnowledge the car paDont be stupidGet a little cashBetter swoop itThrow it in the ground and recoup itNext check was bestYour family pack your shitGet vexedLeave a nigga standing in a bag of leavesSome niggas catch on laterTry to put them on they hatersI met eighty of them niggas yoWaitin on the sidelines droolinSome need schoolinLet me teach yoAnd roll a student whatRule oneYo respect if you lose sonDont be big back about to learn to move dunnAll hell to niggas in jailsWith sharks in they fishtanksNow he come home he a whaleWolves in the projos, projos yoWe realer up in my shows yoMiddle finger five osTake time to climb vines yoLay on the linesLike laury only lovin rae kindSun splash cash layin like three bags of hashFully wrapped in a indian mans stashMethod man:AiyyoChorus: 2xRaekwon:Aiyyo, get upLex should be bragginGet it up***** shorty got cream in a mean truckProp-ness she hollar like the loch nessHe large rock thisFresh ferrari in a drop sixFrosYo talkin about the dough on his clothesGlaze is crushed up pokin on rolls yoOh yeah and maybe gettin creamSee what I mean black queenStop actin like crack fiends anBrawl we wanna thank all of yallPlay the wall hypeCheckin how this lady walks stay hawkinGrab the remain, divorce (uh)Shame came to yoursWe like greenRock the same gameplan, ours (yo, yo)Method man;Ladies and gentlemenYour about to seeA pastime hobby about to beTakin to the next degreeBy m-e-th and the bloody chef boyardeeWatch out *****es is too noseyBackhand slappin the phoneyGot to walk it off cant moseyWho got you open upCrack pipe still smokinFace frozenCoke straw stickin out your nose and dProposin that you bleed on the chef apronMy thing hold down the play-penAnd say the nursery rhymes they makinCome on nowShits too real***** you and now your man feelTime dont stand still for yall *****esWanna big ballI got two for you to juggle in your jizzalsIm losin it nowThrow in the pieces like a jig-sawAiyyoShe multi-colored like a rainbowMr. meth and the cuban link kiddoOn tracks we connect, politic dittoTake that to thatChorus: 2x
